Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=SIGNAL. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES. (Link goes active Wed night).
The steel fence was chilly on the meat of her forearms, so she rolled down her sleeves, not bothering to button the cuffs; the sun would come out from behind the clouds any time now.
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January 30: CINNAMON. Many Thanks to Tessa K. (Itsa me! Nom de Plume) for today’s prompt, as we take a moment or two each day this month to reflect on words that come from the community. And thanks to Linda G Hill for getting us organized!
I don’t know what they put in the new cat food formula the veterinarian gave me, but it sure had an affect on my old Tuxedo cat, Tolstoy. We’ve been together for about 15 years, and he’s gone from fluffy, with wizard locks beside each ear and a sage, but kittenish expression, to a bony-bummed, splay-legged, swinging belly, rheumy-eyed dreamer who seeks the sun’s warm rays in winter, but loves snuggling at night. We have a lot in common, in our respective old ages.
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She slept in the closet, because the bedroom was full. Continue reading
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: BENEFIT. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
[I have no explanation for this one, but still, I’m not sorry!]
Glorg gripped his leather belt at either side of his round belly, and stepped boldly into a shop that smelled like fresh mown grass and cooled barbecue grill, tipping his head as much as his neckless body would allow, smiling in satisfaction at the sheer masculinity (as he imagined it to be) of the enterprise. Continue reading
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2024)
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: BOND. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
(Because setting boundaries and holding space for ourselves is OK)
She slid onto the padded stool at the end of the otherwise empty counter that snaked and double-backed on itself through the diner, still sweaty and now cold from a cloudy afternoon hike around every unmarked trail in the nearby nature preserve. Continue reading
Hannanah looks hard in the mirror
As the cracked image fades with each shallowing breath. Continue reading
© Ayr/Gray
Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. (10/11/2024). No more than 250 words in length.
Agatha Marie had been an intrepid hypothetical explorer all her life. Impatient with the boring landscapes of the Midwest USA – cornfields in every direction, surrounding the lackadaisical cow or ten nibbling a fenced green pasture – she decided to risk all and transform the hypothetical into the empirical. Continue reading
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